• Cartoon Treachery

    In a flash of artful footwork
    The villain is down
    The wounded hero had persevered
    Through flimsy plot twists
    Survived the traditional taunting
    “You cannot save your friend! [world]”
    “All is lost, you are not strong enough, never were”
    Taken the requisite almost mortal wound
    And yet now stands above
    The prostrate body of the villain
    Who dies dramatically and
    Awaits the evil lair’s explosion
    A clean concrete death
    With grand ramifications for the world at large
    Perhaps accented with ketchup.

    I saw the blow coming
    My mortal wound, right across the stomach
    The burning rip that emptied
    My abdomen onto the dirty concrete floor
    The man who knifed me,
    My villain per say,
    Cleaned off his blade and
    Went away to his day job.

    On this cold winter’s night
    I lay clutching my organs
    Remembering the glorious path that
    Led me to this moment
    The cause I championed
    The people I thought I saved
    And could only think of the movies
    The cartoons driven by noble causes
    Lies and faery dust!
    My villain did not taunt me
    With his past endeavors or
    Some secret insight into my past
    He killed me, plain and simple
    The building did not explode
    Rather, a few days later
    I was reduced to a catalog of clues

    I am dead. Dust and ashes. For nothing.
    I died not in a dramatic pool of blood
    But pathetically holding my innards
    Feeling their slimy solidness and
    Wishing I had not been a fool
    Too late.